Chapter 5
"So, is it true what they say about French pussy?" Claude asked Bob. "Do they have tongues and teeth in them?"
Bob looked across the desk at his editor and tried to smile. The man was gross.
"Not quite," Bob said. "But it sure is tight."
The two men laughed.
Then Bob watched nervously as Claude looked over his copy. He hoped that it wouldn't show too much that he had picked up most of what he had written about the festival at cocktail parties. That he had spent most of his time in bed with Angelique.
"I'll check this through later," Claude said, "Looks good, though at first glance. Good to have you back."
"Good to be back," Bob lied.
He wanted nothing more than to get on the first plane and fly back to the arms of the French girl who had stolen his heart.
Bob stood up and reached across the desk to shake the hand that Claude was extending to him.
The man's grip was hard and he was a pumper.
When Bob got out of the editor's office, he shook his hand to get the circulation going again.
The old place looked just the same as it had before he'd gone to Cannes. Only worse.
There was no Angelique here.
"Hey, old buddy," Bob heard a voice call. "Want to go out for a drink?"
He turned and was greeted by the familiar sight of Buddy, his closest friend at Visions, the red-haired young man was freckled-faced and seemed to suffer from a terminal case of horniness, but he was a swell drinking buddy, always full of good cheer and a few good jokes.
"Sure, Buddy," Bob said. "Let me take this shit back to my desk. Be right with you."
"I can't wait to hear all about that French stuff you been havin', " Buddy said. "I bet you fucked your way through the whole damned film festival and didn't see one lousy movie."
"Shhhh!" Bob said, "he'll hear you."
The two chums shared a laugh and Bob slipped back to his cubicle to put away the files that Claude had given him for his next assignment.
The bar was right downstairs from the office naturally. There always seemed to be a bar right downstairs from a magazine or newspaper office. Must come with the territory, Bob had once thought.
Buddy led the way into the bar, Bob following. He had never really noticed before, but Buddy had a really cute ass. He was wearing a tight pair of white Levis and the curve of the young redhead's butt was more than a little provocative.
Bob watched the younger man's butt as he led the way through the crowded bar. There was loud music playing and the heady aroma of liquor pervaded the place. Bob could feel a slow rise in his Levis as he watched Buddy's butt swing just a few feet in front of him.
Get a fucking grip on yourself, stud, Bob thought to himself. What the hell has happened to me? I've gone weird, looking at Buddy's ass that way.
"There's a table," Buddy shouted over his shoulder and Bob dutifully followed.
They slung their butts onto the Naugahyde and Buddy whistled for the cocktail waitress.
"Keep you pants on, sonny," Eunice said as she sidled up to the table. "What'll you have, strychnine or potassium chloride?"
"How about a hot blow job under the table?" Buddy said, pulling down the zipper on his pants and reaching inside.
"Don't bother," Eunice said. "I got a toothache."
"Just my luck," Buddy said, zipping up again. "I guess I'll have a scotch and soda then."
"And what about you"? Eunice said, turning her attention to Bob.
"The usual," Bob said. "Beer."
"That's the way I like 'em," Eunice said, smiling at Bob, "sweet and simple."
She turned to go to the bar to get the drinks. Bob watched the provocative sway of her hips as she moved away from them. She had a practiced gait, one that was sure to get attention. And she had a hot looking ass, too. Not as hot as ... he was about to think "Philippe's" but stopped himself just in time. "Angelique's," he substituted.
"So tell me all about it, you old whorehound," Buddy said, as soon as Eunice had dropped the drinks on the table. "Don't keep me in suspense."
"What do you want to know?" Bob stalled. He knew exactly what Buddy wanted to hear-every detail of every blow job and fuck he'd had all the time he'd been in Cannes.
"Tell me about the scenery," Buddy said. "Is the sky really blue? Is the ocean really deep? Do French girls shave their pussies?"
"Yes, no, and some."
"Thanks," Buddy said. "How about a few more details?"
Bob took a long swig on his beer.
"Fact is," he said. "I think I'm in love."
"Love?" Buddy raised his eyebrows a couple of octaves. "What's that"
"Love ... you know, wedding bells, honeymoon, cottage, kids, that sort of thing," Bob said.
Buddy looked at him hard.
"You're shittin' me, man," he said. "Guys like us don't fall in love. We fuck."
"That's what I thought," Bob said. "But she's different."
"Sure, she's different ... she's French ... right."
"Yes."
"Now, tell me the rest. How does she fuck?"
"In the usual way," Bob said. This conversation was making him uncomfortable. He really did feel strongly about Philippe. No, dammit it, he thought: Angelique!
'"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Buddy said. "I know, it's true love and you're going to get married and live happily ever after in Yonkers, right?"
The thought was not without attraction to Bob.
"It's a possibility," he said, defensively.
"Sure, sure," Buddy said. "Tell me some more."
Bob had never really noticed before, but now the thought came to him that Buddy looked as much like a girl as he did like a boy. He was pretty. That was the only word he could think to describe the look the kid had. He had a soft face, long, silky eyelashes and about the prettiest eyes that Bob had ever seen.
And there was a gentle softness to his delicate face, too. That and the memory of how Buddy's butt had looked as he wriggled through the crowded bar was beginning to give Bob strange thoughts.
He wondered if Buddy had ever given anyone a blow job. He had pretty lips. Lips that looked like they were made for sucking cock. Lips that would feel warm and sensual wrapped around a hefty piece of meat-like Bob's.
Bob felt the growing in his groin and suddenly swigged down his whole beer.
"Hey, Eunice," he yelled as the waitress walked past their table. "Two more, here."
"Right you are, cowboy," the saucy wench said, winking at him. He knew he could have her any time he wanted-thousands had. Of that he was sure.
Bob and Buddy spent the whole afternoon in the bar, getting sloshed.
By the time Bob looked at his watch, it was nearly seven o'clock.
"Shit, we've been here all day and half the night," he said.
"So what," Buddy said. "Who the hell gives a good fuck? Let's go over to my place and really get loaded."
"Why not?" Bob said. Buddy lived in the Village, it was only a few blocks away.
They pulled themselves up from the table and staggered towards the entrance of the bar. It was not easy standing up, but they managed. Once again Buddy led the way and Bob really got a good look at the kid's ass this time. He was feeling really weird and the more he looked at Buddy's ass, the hotter he felt.
The night air did some to clear Bob's head and by the time they got to Buddy's apartment, he was feeling himself again. Except for the fact that he had a roaring hard-on and flowing Buddy up the steps to his apartment didn't help. The kid's ass was really hot.
"Be it ever so humble ... " Buddy sang in a drunken off-key manner as they lurched into the small apartment.
"Looks like home to me," Bob said. "At least for the moment."
"Sure," Buddy said. "Flop it anywhere. I'll get the hooch."
Bob kicked his way through the rubble on the floor. Whatever else Buddy was ... and he was a good old boy ... he was not a housekeeper. The place was a wreck.
The only place that it was possible to sit down was the big water bed that dominated the studio and that's where Bob headed. He flopped down on the bed and fell back.
The sway of the mattress almost made him sick but soon it subsided and he felt fine-a bit high and a whole lot horny, but fine.
"Here, try this," Buddy said, coming toward the bed on wobbly feet. "You should like this ... it's French wine."
"Great," Bob said, raising himself up enough to take the glass that Buddy was offering him. Buddy flopped down onto the bed beside him and the waves began again.
"Steady as she goes," Bob said, grabbing the frame of the water bed to steady himself. The rolling waves were not doing his stomach any good.
He tasted the wine. It was sweet ... soft and sweet., just like a hot young French pussy he knew. He could taste the juices of Angelique's cunt in the wine and the memory made him all the hornier. He had to get hold of himself.
"Listen," Buddy said. "I feel hot." Bob jerked his head around. "It's warm in here. I'm going to strip." Oh, Bob thought.
"You're right," Bob said. "It is warm in here."
"So, take your clothes off," Buddy said, already stripping off his own shirt and tossing it into the general rubble of the Greenwich Village apartment-Bohemian was the word for it. Or messy. Something like that.
Bob stripped off his own shirt and following his host's lead, tossed it into the middle of the floor. Next came the pants.
Bob was wearing red nylon jockey shorts and the thickness of his cock showed obviously through the thin material. Buddy wasn't wearing anything under his tight white Levis and dropped back onto the bed naked, They two guys stretched out while Buddy reached over and flipped the stereo on. The small studio was filled with soft jazz music and the taste of the wine was heady.
Buddy had intelligently brought the bottle of wine along with him so there wasn't any need to start waves again when their glasses were empty-just reach out and fill the cup!
The effect of the music, the wine and the overheated apartment soon took their toll and the twosome were quickly wrapped in the arms of Morpheus.
Bob felt the warmth of flesh against his body and opened his eyes.
Where the hell am I? he thought to himself, he could feel the flesh of another human being next to him but it was dark and he couldn't quite piece it together at first.
The sway of the water bed as he raised himself up was disturbing and he couldn't identify the person next to him. All he knew was that it felt good.
He lay back down on the bed and reached out his hand and explored the naked body next to his. It was a slender, slightly firm body ... Buddy!
Now it came back to him.
In a flash.
He was here in Buddy's apartment. What time was it? Night. There was nothing but a dim light coming through the slitted window shade. It was sometime in the middle of the night.
He reached out and found the neck of the wine bottle that was sitting beside the bed and not bothering with the formality of a glass, took a healthy swig. It burned his throat, but it tasted sweet.
An arm flung itself across Bob's chest and lay there. Bob felt the warmth of Buddy's arm as it tightened around him. It felt good.
Bob let the arm lie there, enjoying the closeness, feeling his cock creep toward hardness. He remembered the feelings he had had as he had watched Buddy's butt that evening and afternoon. He wondered what the butt would feel like to touch.
Slowly and with great anxiety Bob let his fingers creep across the surface of the water bed to the naked body that was stretched out on its stomach next to him.
Contact.
He was touching Buddy's naked hip.
Buddy murmured something and inched closer to Bob. Still fast asleep.
Bob's heart was pounding. He could hear it. It sounded like a drum against the sound of the soft jazz music that was wafting through the darkened apartment. His fingers reached and felt the naked flesh of the young red-haired man's ass.
It was hot.
Hot as a fire.
Buddy's ass was hot to the touch. Hot and soft. It had not a hair on it, like a girl's. Bob let himself get a little braver and put his whole hand on the buttock that was next to him. He cupped the melon with his fingers and gently squeezed. It felt terrific.
Buddy's arm was still wrapped around Bob's chest and as Bob caressed Buddy's butt, Buddy tightened his grip on Bob's chest. They nuzzled closer together and Bob felt his cock stiffening, getting harder and harder as he explored the naked ass of his friend.
First over the buttock, then to the dark crack that separated the two halves of Buddy's ass. The ass-hole was deep inside there somewhere, deep and dark and forbidden.
Buddy mumbled again in his sleep and moved closer, ever closer to Bob until their two bodies were touching all the way from the shoulders to the ankles.
Bob gulped. He was hot and horny and Buddy was sound asleep. He would never know. As long as Bob was careful. Not to wake him. That was the important thing. Find out. Test. See what a man's ass felt like.
Bob moved onto his side, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy that lay next to him. He could tell by Buddy's breathing that he was fast, sound asleep. It would take a real shock to wake him up. Bob had to be careful.
He twisted slowly so that his cock was pressed against Buddy's hip. Buddy was lying full flat on his stomach, his arm stretched out across Bob's body and he was embracing Bob in his sleep.
Bob held very still for a moment. Testing the depth of Buddy's sleep.
It was sound.
Slowly and carefully, Bob began to explore the curves of Buddy's butt. It was a soft, yet firm piece of flesh. Soft to the touch, but with the firmness of a dancer or an athlete. He rubbed his cock against Buddy's naked flesh and felt a thrill course through his body that he had never known before.
Buddy squirmed in his sleep, sort of purring like a cat as he reacted to the teasing touch of Bob's fingers running over the firm melons of his ass.
Bob felt the tension in his own body as he moved closer, pushing his body upwards and sliding his cock along the side of Buddy's butt, then along the actual curve of the ass itself.
Hot! God, how could a human body be that hot? Bob thought. It was as though Buddy's flesh was on fire. He wondered what it would feel like inside the ass-hole.
Buddy squirmed under Bob as Bob moved up and over on top of him, holding himself rigid so that his weight would not fall on Buddy. Just the head of his cock touched flesh, rubbing along the soft skin of the kid's ass as Bob moved along, feeling the incredible heat of Buddy's butt.
Balancing himself as carefully as he could with the give and take of the water bed, Bob slid the head of his dick up and down the crack of Buddy's ass, feeling the warmth, the smoothness, the heat of the boy's ass as Buddy squirmed and murmured in his sleep.
Jesus! Bob though. I want to fuck him. I really want to stick my dick in that hot little ass. I really want to fuck a man!
Bob pulled himself up and looked down at the naked young man sleeping so soundly between his legs. His knees were planted on either side of Buddy's butt and Buddy was softly swaying as the undulations of the water bed made soft waves in the nearly dark room.
Bob reached down with his hand and took hold of his cock. He gripped the shaft of it and began to slowly jerk himself off as he reached out with the other hand and felt the contours of Buddy's butt.
Smooth.
Soft, but hard underneath. The ass was incredible. Just right for fucking. It was the kind of ass that rose upward to the touch, that seemed to cry out to be fucked. It would feel so good, so good to slide his dick inside that tight little hole that nestled deeply in the crease between the two soft melons.
It would be wonderful.
But it would be dangerous.
What if Buddy woke up?
He would sock Bob in the jaw. Bob knew that.
He would lose a good friend. Just for the sake of this uncontrollable urge that he could not understand.
But, oh God! That ass felt so good. So soft. So hot.
Bob could not stop himself. He reached between the cheeks of Buddy's ass with his finger and felt the soft furry opening of the boy's ass-hole. He knew that the ass was hot inside. Even hotter than it was outside. His finger touched the tiny rosebud of Buddy's butt hole and he felt the moistness of sweat there. The kid was already half lubricated with his own perspiration, just a touch, a touch of spit and he would be able to at least slide a fingertip into the boy's butt hole without waking him up. He knew he had to try it.
Bob brought his finger up to his lips, carefully, not moving more than he had to and moving as slowly as he had ever in his life moved. He wanted to slip a finger into that butt hole. He wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. His nuts were aching they were so full of his hot, thick creamy cum.
Bob licked his finger, sucking on it all the way to the knuckle, getting it wet. Slick and wet.
He slowly brought the finger back to the dark hole that nestled in the darkness of the crease between' Buddy's buttocks. He could feel the steamy heat of the hot little ass-hole as he reached his hand in there. And he felt the hot rosebud as it nearly burned his finger.
There was a nest of soft furry hair there, wet hair, hot wet hair that covered the opening of Buddy's mystery.
As Bob felt the finger push against the tiny opening of Buddy's butt, the kid let out a sigh and actually pushed back.
Plop.
The finger was just inside the tiny hole. Bob could feel the incredible grip of the boy's sphincter on his fingertip.
Oh Jesus! Bob thought as his cock throbbed. His thick, hard cock was ready to explode at any moment. He could feel the tension in his nuts as he began to wriggle his finger just slightly-so slightly that there could be no perceptible movement of the eye, but the incredible feeling that it was giving Bob as he knelt over Buddy, his fingertip just inside his hot, tight, wet little ass-hole was enough to send drum beats through Bob's temples. It was deafening.
Surely, Buddy would wake up at the sound of his blood pounding through his veins. He would wake up and kick the shit out of Bob for sticking a finger in his ass-hole.
But Buddy wasn't waking up. He was still breathing as deeply as as steadily as before. Even with Bob's finger now inching its way into his ass-hole, exploring, probing, sliding slowly inward.
Bob gripped his cock firmly and slowly ... so slowly ... began to jerk himself off while he felt the tight, hot, wet ass-hole opening to receive his finger. Buddy seemed to be made for fucking.
How could an ass-hole just take it like that? Bob wondered. How could Buddy still be asleep through this. He was sliding his finger in all the way now. He could feel the hot, tight grip of the kid's sphincter on his finger as he gripped his cock and slowly milked it.
God, it would feel good to slide my dick in there, Bob thought. Buddy would just lie there and let me fuck him. He would just let me stick it in all the way and wriggle and squirm and take it ... take my hot cock ... take every fucking inch of my cock into that hot, tight ass just as he's taking this finger. Just as he's letting me finger-fuck him, he would take my dick, take that hot piece of meat and swallow it with his ass-hole.
Buddy moved suddenly.
Bob was petrified. The kid was going to wake up and here I am with my finger all the way up his ass.
But Buddy didn't wake up, he simply moved slightly, groaning with the sound of pleasure as he wriggled on the bed.
Bob held absolutely still for at least five minutes, terrified that Buddy was going to catch him at his game.
Slowly, even more slowly than he has inserted the finger, he began his withdrawal. He knew that he had to get the finger out of Buddy's ass before the kid woke up and found it there.
At last it was out.
Bob breathed a deep sigh.
He raised the hand to his lips and sniffed it. God, it smelled funky. Funky like a good, hot fuck. Bob inserted the finger into his mouth and licked it. He could taste the sourness of Buddy's butt on his finger and he sucked on it. Sucking the heady, strong taste of his buddy's butt.
What would it feel like to lick his ass?
Bob hardly dared allow himself to admit he was even thinking of such a thing. He's never even rimmed a girl, let alone another guy, but the smell of Buddy's ass-hole and the taste on his finger had gone to his head. He couldn't push the thought out of his mind.
As slowly and as carefully as he could, Bob pulled himself down on the water bed, pushing himself along with his hands with his head getting ever and ever closer to Buddy's butt.
Then he was there. The ass-hole was an inch from his mouth. He parted his lips and let his tongue slide out. Carefully and with his heart pounding in his ears, Bob lowered his face and let his tongue slide between the cracks of Buddy's ass. He could smell the sour/sweet aroma of the kid's nether region coming up to greet his nostrils as his tongue touched the furry little rosebud and slipped inside.
God, it was hot! The hottest thing his tongue had ever touched, but it was sweet, hot and sweet.
Buddy's butt hole was wet from the finger fucking and it was opened by the action so that Bob's tongue slipped easily inside.
Bob couldn't believe the feeling it gave him. He loved the tight grip of Buddy's butt hole on his tongue as he slipped it in, deeper and deeper, wriggling the tongue like he did when he ate out a pussy. It had always driven the women wild when he did that and he could feel a response from the unconscious Buddy too. The kid was wriggling his ass, taking the tongue up there, letting Bob fuck him with his tongue.
But he was sound asleep.
His breathing was strong and steady. It had not changed since this whole thing had begun. What was happening to him Buddy didn't realize. Bob was the only one who knew that he had his tongue buried in a young man's ass-hole and that he was loving it! Loving the feel of the tight sphincter muscle wrapping around his tongue, loving lithe taste of the funky butt hole, loving the idea that he was rimming Buddy, his friend, his co-worker. The kid with the hot little ass.
Bob rubbed his own dick on the water bed as he darted his tongue in and out of Buddy's butt, tasting the sourness, the sweetness, the forbidden fruit of another man's ass-hole.
Bob's cock exploded.
His cum drenched the sheet as he rammed his tongue deep into Buddy's ass-hole and Buddy in his sleep hunched upwards taking the tongue all the way, letting Bob ram it into him while he murmured and dreamed of God knew what.
Bob gasped as he pulled his face free of the buttocks. He pulled himself up and knelt panting j on the bed, looking down at the white flesh of the sleeping boy he had just rimmed and cum while he was doing it!
How can I ever face him at work, Bob thought. But ... Buddy doesn't know!